The Sweeter the Blood

Damon

“We could finish watching Lost Boys.” Bonnie said.

Damon rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass of bourbon. The bottle was almost empty. It became a ritual for him to have a glass each day. He wanted to see how much of it he could drink before they got out of there. He hoped that they found a way back to present day Mystic Falls before it was completely gone. It was the only thing that was strong enough to keep him from thinking about blood. Something else that was almost gone. He had five bags left. Luckily for Bonnie, he was now able to practice something called self-restraint.

But damn was it hard.

Not because he constantly heard her blood pump in her veins or because he knew the warmth of it. He just desperately wanted to know what it tasted like and if it was just as sweet as her scent.

He never smelled anything like it. It wasn’t the lotion she wore or the shampoo she used in her hair. It wasn’t soap or perfume. This scent was all natural and it clouded his sinuses whenever she was nearby, like now. Somewhere between the time it took him to down his glass of bourbon and reach for the brandy, she had moved over to the kitchen and started popping some popcorn.

He watched her now, because her back was to him. She was bobbing her head to some song playing in her head. Her hips were swaying and his eyes followed their movements. Though he knew he shouldn’t want to, he wanted desperately to place his hands on either side of her luscious curves and control their movements. He wondered if she'd let him touch her. It could be a possibility; especially since he was aware that she dreamt about him.

She heard her say his name one night when he was walking through the hallways. That’s usually how he spent his nights instead of sleeping. He could stay up for an eternity if he wanted to. Sleep wasn’t truly a necessity but he found himself not being able to even close his eyes. In the beginning, all he wanted to do was go to sleep because it was the only way he could be with Elena. In his dreams. But then the soft brown eyes and warm voice morphed into fierce green eyes and a sultry tone. Soon his dreams about Elena became dreams about Bonnie. He was sure it was only a side effect of them being so close to each other 24/7 but he couldn’t allow himself to dream about her underneath him, screaming his name. It made it harder for her to look her in the eyes when she talked because when he went to bed at night, he knew the taste of her lips, both the ones on her face and down below. And they were both so very sweet.

Not going to sleep helped him take his mind off of Bonnie and what he would do to her if he wasn’t in love with Elena and she wasn’t with Jeremy. Then she heard his name.

It was a soft whimper but his ears picked up the sound almost immediately. He waited outside her door, hoping she would say his name again but all he heard were her snores. It was probably a good thing that she didn’t say his name again that night, because if she had, who knows what he would’ve done.

Bonnie waved her hand in front of his face. “Earth to Damon.”

He blinked. He was usually aware of what was going on but somehow the little witch managed to walk up to him without him noticing. All at once her scent hit him. She was standing in front of her with an open bag of popcorn in her hand.

“Want some?” she asked, and he knew she was talking about the popcorn but he would be lying to himself if he said he wished that she had meant something else.